Her wrinkles had stretched as her skin had shrunk, and her grey hair gathered in a stiff nest under her head. Her eyelids peeled open to reveal pale, green pools of jelly, the soul’s windows smashed.
Her cheeks were replaced by sunken triangles of decaying flesh. Spots of black spread over her throat and chin. A dull purple was consuming her body from bottom to top, like a supine mariner sinking into the cold, grey sea.
Albert got into bed beside Agnes, where he had slept every night for the past 55 years.